I used to look for an adventure everywhere. At the park, I was on a battle field commanding troops, although the troops consisted of just Fred, my furry four-footed friend.

At the fair, I would let my imagination fly on every ride. On the ferris wheel, I would be on a spaceship touring the outer rim of the galaxy, looking for intelligent life forms; on the merry-go-round, an astronaut in g-force training; on the roller coaster, riding a bullet train.

I used to… The only adventure I have nowadays is behind my desk in a cubicle from nine to five.

[100 words]

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